Bruce Springsteen Rosalita Lyrics

Last updated: 08/21/2014 05:09:33 PM

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

Spread out now, Rosie daughter done cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blindman's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up Little Dynamite, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie, and I don't want to be your son
The only lovin I'm ever gonna need's what that soft sweet little girl's done And Rosie, you're the one

Dynamite's in the belfry baby, playing with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all them cats
Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus
Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
'Cause you know we ain't gonna come
I ain't here on business baby, I'm only here for fun
And Rosie you're the one

Jack the Rabbit and Weak-Kneed Willie, don't you know they're gonna be there
Aw, Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie, they'll be comin' up for air
We're gonna play some pool, skip some school, act real cool
Stay out all night, it's gonna feel all right
So Rosie come out tonight, baby come out tonight
Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers, winners use the door
So use it Rosie, that's what it's there for

(CHORUS)

Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room
I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad, your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Oh yeah, your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Well, so your daddy says he knows that I don't have any--
Well, tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
Because a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance!

And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed but for Lord-have-mercy
And my machine she's a dud, all stuck in the mud, somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
Hold on tight, stay up all night, 'cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong
By the time we greet the morning light I will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way
There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'--
SLOW!